HUNGER

Ripping into the fridge;
crawling with clutter and green fur,
she needs something warm.
The sun only glows
when the door is open.
Tears scrabble out
through the ribs of her heart and
escape over her volcanic face
clinging to hairs.

Turning leaves over,
she forages through the
celebrity lives;
sniffing their glamour.
She stuffs the rough edged
ripped out pictures
of waif thin starletts
into her throat,
chewing upon quotes.

Somewhere close, a
night club is beating.
A throbbing heart, oozing out
scarlet streams that trickle and shine
with laughter.
Listening, under her duvet terrain,
her heart growls with hunger.